The 80s were great. I was having the time of my life while also being quite miserable. Guess that is what being a teenager is all about. One thing I never quite lost the taste for was those magnetic words found on refrigerators everywhere.
Now, I’m not saying that I have anything good or inspirational to say. In fact, quite the opposite. By nature I am cynical and pessimistic. I am not saying that the words you will read will even be classified as poetry in the eyes of the lyrical. All I am saying, is that I have something to say.
Sometimes I will take my inspiration from the words I gathered off my fridge. As I stand there mindlessly moving object from place to place until the letters in front of me say exactly what it is my soul is hearing. Sometimes I will just be saying my head is screaming.
Lie beneath our black moon together and play with the shadow of his death.
So many ideas race through my head with this small but intense sentence. One could read this as a somber thought passing through a morbid mind. Or one could interpret this as a dark but beautiful moment between two children of the night. Interpretation is a beautiful thing. The next post will have my interpretation of the line above. We can then see how similar we are.
~Jayde
Magnetic Fridge Poetry 